Nefretiri
There was no way to make this sound any better, was there? The reason I asked wasn't what he was probably thinking. Honestly, my fear wasn't rejection. It was something else. It was something I'd been thinking about since my talk with Sarah. Now, it'd just built up in my head.
"Nefra, I could never be sorry that you're my mate." He sounds agitated by my question. Sighing, I run a wet hand through my hair. Unfortunately, he didn't see what I needed to know.
"You don't understand what I mean."
"Then explain."
"If the bond wasn't real, would you… be interested in me?" Now, he stares at me like I've grown a second head.
"Are you being serious?" Nodding, I look up into his eyes, facing my fear.
"I am." If I was the only person between us with a choice, I needed to know this was more than just a mythical connection that said we were meant to be together.
